The people on the Spirit Hall's side stared in disbelief at Thousand-Ren Shang's eight 100,000-year spirit rings.
"How is this possible…"
Chrysanthemum Douluo muttered incredulously, his voice trembling with shock and fear.
His wide eyes were filled with disbelief, his once composed face now distorted with extreme astonishment.
"This is too outrageous!" another person said, trembling, his voice almost breaking, his face contorted with extreme surprise.
The twitching of his muscles seemed to be an outward reflection of his inner fear, every line filled with disbelief at this unimaginable scene.
"Isn't he the Child of Darkness?
How could Heaven bestow such talent and opportunity upon him… This is unfair!"
Ghost Douluo roared angrily, his eyes turning bloodshot with jealousy and resentment, as if spitting fire.
However, despite his anger and resentment, a deep sense of powerlessness and fear welled up from the depths of his heart when facing the immense power of Qian Renshang.
His hands clenched involuntarily, yet trembled slightly under the irresistible pressure.
Qian Jun Douluo felt the terrifying pressure emanating from Qian Renshang, a pressure as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Large beads of cold sweat poured down his forehead like raindrops, sliding down his cheeks and soaking his clothes.
But the pride of being a level 96 peak Super Douluo acted as a sturdy shield, supporting his will and preventing him from retreating.
He forced himself to remain calm, his eyes wide open, and roared:
"Boy, don't be so arrogant!"
His voice trembled as he tried to maintain his authority, but the slight tremor at the end betrayed the fear within him.
Qian Renshang sneered, his eyes burning with rage:
"I will use your blood... to pay tribute to Uncle Chi!"
His voice was icy and resolute, like a chilling wind from the deepest abyss, sending shivers down one's spine. Every word carried endless hatred and unwavering determination.
With that, he vanished in a flash, disappearing from his spot.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Qianjun Douluo.
His speed was so fast, like teleportation, that no one had time to react.
The Golden Dragon Spear thrust out at a tricky and unpredictable angle, moving with lightning speed.
This strike was his Soul Skill,
"Dragon Shadow Pierce."
The spear tip sliced through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, like a prelude to death.
Qian Jun Douluo was startled and quickly turned to defend, shouting hoarsely,
"Arrogance!"
He instantly activated his Soul Skill, "Coiling Dragon Protection," a layer of golden light enveloping him, attempting to block Qian Renshang's attack.
The light was as thick as a substance, containing powerful defensive strength.
But his movements were still a step too slow; the Golden Dragon Spear grazed his shoulder, spraying blood.
The wound was deep enough to expose bone, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining half of his body red.
The intense pain made Qian Jun Douluo groan involuntarily, but he gritted his teeth, enduring the agony.
Qianjun Douluo, in pain, his eyes turned bloodshot as he roared and swung his Panlong Staff in retaliation:
"Ah... Qian Renshang, you bastard, I'll kill you!"
He unleashed his powerful Soul Skill, "Panlong Slaughter!"
The Panlong Staff in his hand instantly transformed into several giant dragons, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Qian Renshang.
The dragons were lifelike, carrying a world-destroying aura, as if they wanted to swallow Qian Renshang whole.
However, Qian Renshang's attacks came like a storm.
Every move he made contained world-destroying power; the Golden Dragon Spear in his hands seemed to come alive, thrusting, parrying, and sweeping with endless variations.
"Is that all you've got? Is this the power that so-called justice can bring you?"
Qian Renshang mocked,
"So weak!"
His voice was full of disdain and contempt, as if mocking Qianjun Douluo's overestimation of his abilities.
He unleashed his Soul Skill, "Golden Dragon Rampage," instantly increasing his power several times over.
A golden light surged around his body, within which the shadowy silhouette of a dragon flickered, and the powerful aura caused the surrounding space to tremble.
Qianjun Douluo could only struggle to defend himself, completely suppressed.
His attacks seemed so powerless before Qian Renshang, each block so difficult.
His breathing became rapid, and sweat poured down his forehead like rain.
"How can this be?
How can he be so strong?
He doesn't even have a ninth spirit ring?"
"Bang!"
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Qian Renshang kicked Qian Jun Douluo in the abdomen with a powerful kick, a soul skill called "Dragon Kick Shattering the Sky," sending him flying.
Qian Jun Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, crying out in terror,
"How is this possible!"
His voice was filled with despair and fear; he never imagined that he would be so vulnerable in front of Qian Renshang.
But before he could regain his footing, Qian Renshang had already caught up like a ghost.
The Golden Dragon Spear swept out, slamming heavily into Qian Jun Douluo's body.
This strike was called "Dragon Spear Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies"!
Several of Qian Jun Douluo's ribs broke instantly, and he fell like a kite with a broken string.
His body traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Qianjun Douluo stared intently at the breathtaking battle before him, his face grave.
He knew that this was a matter of life and death. He took a deep breath and roared,
"Martial Soul True Body, manifest!"
His roar, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the battlefield, containing boundless determination and a final, desperate struggle.
With his roar, a strange change occurred.
His body, as if drawn by a mysterious and powerful force, instantly merged with the coiled dragon staff he gripped.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal coiled dragon, its body shimmering with dazzling golden light, appeared before everyone.
This golden dragon was lifelike; every scale shone with a chilling light, and its imposing aura sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Under the powerful enhancement of his Martial Soul True Body, Qianjun Douluo's already formidable aura was amplified several times over.
The light emanating from him was like a dazzling, blazing sun, illuminating the surrounding space as bright as day.
That light seemed to contain boundless energy, making him appear like a war god descended to earth, majestic and invincible.
"Ah!!!"
Clearly, Thousand-Pound Douluo was prepared to fight to the death!
On the Spirit Hall side, Lion Douluo and other elders watched as Thousand-Pound Douluo was forced to use his Spirit True Body!
Qian Renshang was only at the eighth ring now; what would happen if he reached the ninth ring later!
"Golden Dragon True Body!"
Golden light surged in Qian Renshang's eyes...
(End of Chapter)
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